I'm bad at this 'updating' thing, aren't I?

Anyway here is some more of the fic I started, since I do like this fic. Here, we get to know Rin a little more. She's not what she seems, right :P

Thanks for being so damn patient :P

xoxo

Nikki

Rin's POV

I stumbled down the stairs, blood dripping from a wound on my back. My legs buckled under me as I reached the bottom. My father was stood at the top, bottle in hand. I tried to scream but my hoarse voice had long since given up and instead, I simply choked.

"Len…" I mumbled, blinded by tears as I attempted to scramble to my feet, alas to no avail. I fell forward onto the stairs and glanced up at the top. My good-for-nothing father was still stood there, like a king atop his throne. I wanted to drag him off the throne. It wasn't his. Not anymore. He didn't deserve it. I glanced down at my barely-dressed body. I was clothed in only my underwear; a bra stuffed with socks and a lace thong. I just wanted to be pretty for once. For him. For Len.

Where should I begin? I told my brother, my twin brother, that I loved him. He beat me until I begged and I left my mother's home. I moved in with my father, fully aware of him being a drunken asshole. And so I got beaten. Daily.

But no one knew. I acted like I still lived with my mother and Len. I hid all the wounds, the scars. I pretended. I wore a false smile as if it were my clothes. But at home I couldn't pretend. I couldn't hide.

If home is where the heart is…

Then am I even living?

I blinked back tears as he turned and fled to his room. I began the long crawl to the top of the stairs, strength draining from me with every movement. It took me half an hour to crawl up 12 stairs, a long trail of blood staying behind me. My eyes were burning; my face was almost fixed into position. My body was aching and my heart was pounding, working so hard to do so little. I pulled myself to my feet and balanced myself against the wall as I crept to my room. My tomb. Once I reached it, I placed my fragile body down on the soft blankets and wrapped them around me. I closed my eyes and thought. I thought of happier times, times when I wasn't in love with the wrong boy, when I wasn't being hurt. I thought of school and I smiled. I thought of Miku and my friends and once again that all too familiar feeling of jealousy returned. Miku had a great life. Apart from Luka, but she was happy.

I wasn't.

I was hurting, both mentally and physically.

I was broken.

I cried myself to sleep.